Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hellrazor’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Major! Hell motherf***in’ yeah
This one goes out to my n**** Mike Coolin’, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor, born thuggin’
Heartless and mean, muggin’ at sixteen
On the scene watchin’ fiends buggin’
Kickin’ up dust with the older G’s
Soakin’ up the game that was told to me
I ain’t never touched a gat that I couldn’t shoot, I learned
Not to trust the b**** from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
A young n**** askin’ questions while other suckers was guessin’
I was ganked for sexin’
Elementary wasn’t meant for me, can’t regret it
I’m headed for the penitentiary, I’m cuttin’ class
And I’m buckin’ blastin’, straight mashin’
Mobbin’ through the overpa** laughin’
While these other motherf***ers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a n****’s clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger
‘Cause some n**** tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin’ paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin’
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I’m marked for death, I’ma spark til I lose my breath
Motherf***ers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a n****’s gettin’ richer
They come to get ya, it’s like a motherf***in’ trap
And they wonder why it’s hard bein’ black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin’ major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin’ major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin’ major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin’ major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin’ major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor
Dear Lord can ya feel me
Stress gettin’ major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin’ major
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody’s dyin’
Mama raised a hellrazor, can’t figure
Why you let the police beat down n****s
I’m startin’ to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po’ babies restin’ in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain’t nothin’ else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand’s on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop killin’ Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I’m prayin’ but my enemies won’t go away
And everywhere I turn I see n****s burn
Every n**** that I knows on death row
My younger homie’s seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherf***er doin’ triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it’s gettin’ better
If my n**** knew the truth he’d hit the roof
Just heard ya baby’s mama was smoked out, f*** the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin’ blunts
Gettin’ drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my n**** out the f***in’ pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C’mon, uh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin’ major (Lord be my savior, uh)
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin’ major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin’ major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin’ major
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it’s just me
A young n**** tryin’ to make it on these rough streets
I’m on my knees beggin’ please come and save me!
The whole world done made a n**** crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can’t control it
Screamin’ die motherf***er and he’s loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause s***
Thug Life motherf***er, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don’t worry me
‘Cause do or die gettin’ high til the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn’t take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta’ girl killin’ ‘Tasha
Now I’m screamin’ f*** the world, in the end
It’s my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my s*** drop
Thug Life motherf***er I lick shots
Every n**** on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a n**** be strapped, f***ed up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, Thug n****
Stressin’ like a motherf***in’ drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I’m a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellrazor why cry
That’s just life in the ghetto, do or die